I see you every dayWalking down the avenueI'd like to get to know youBut all I do is smile at youOh, baby, when it comes to talkingMy tongue gets uptightThis sidewalk love affairHas got me high as a kiteYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeWell, I'm a slow walkerBut, girl, I'd race a mile for youJust to get there in timeFor my peek-a-boo rendezvousWell, now maybe it's the way you wear your blue jeans so tightI can't put my finger on what you're doing rightYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeWell, I'm standing on the phoneHiding by the telephoneI'd just love to check you overGet to know you like a fine-tooth combOh, now when I go homeI turn out the lightAnd you come strolling through my dreams every nightYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeUh-huhYeah, yeahThere's something about you, baby, I likeYeah, yeah